More SnowRob

She had her back to him. It looked like she was making hot drinks. He could use something hot. He stood and watched her for a second. When she bent down to the fridge he could see she had rather a nice arse under all that brown wool. He wondered what else was going on under there.
‘I mean. Rob fucking Pattinson! His holy hotness! And I look like a bag lady!’ She muttered to herself.
‘No you don’t.’
She shot round and nearly dropped the milk. She was blushing deep red. Rob grinned.
‘His holy hotness? Haven’t heard that one.’ He ran his hand through his still wet hair. She had to take a moment to compose herself. He was stood in her kitchen, in nothing but a white fluffy bathrobe, doing hairporn.
‘Umm, it’s an internet thing.’ She blushed deeper. He was grinning at her in that crocked way he had. ‘Hot chocolate?’
‘Yes please.’
‘I don’t usually talk to myself.’ She said over her shoulder.
‘That’s ok. I do it all the time. So you do know who I am then?’ he was leaning against the door frame, smiling at her. She went a little dizzy.
‘Yes I do.’
‘It would be nice to know your name. Especially seeing as I’m standing in your kitchen almost naked!’
Oh please don’t say things like that!
‘Sorry, didn’t I say? I’m Claire.’ She gave a shy smile.
‘Hi Claire.’ His eyes were running over her again. She had a pretty face, and long blonde hair. But it would be nice to see her figure.
‘Hi.’ She had made the mistake of looking into his eyes as she spoke. Oh dear! And he was looking right back, hypnotic. If the kettle hadn’t whistled then she was sure she would ahve been lost forever.
‘Hot chocolate!’ She turned back to the kettle. ‘Do you want cream on top?’
‘That sound nice, thanks.’
He watched her moving about. She put whipped cream on the hot chocolate and set a mug down in front of him.
‘Thank you.’
‘Shall we take this through? The wood burners alight, it’ll be warmer. And then I’ll call the garage.’
Rob followed her through to the sitting room. I was a cosy, warm room. The wood burner was blazing away and there was a thick fur rug in front of it, and a pile of cushions. Rob sank down onto the cushions. Claire bit her lip. Ok, he was sitting almost naked, on a fur rug, by her fire. Her heart stopped for a moment.
‘Garage.’ She reminded herself. She curled up in her armchair opposite Rob and picked up the phone.
While she made the call Rob watched her. The firelight was flickering over her, glinting off her blonde hair and making her skin glow. And her eyes had changed colour in this light. They were more grey now, not the blue they looked before.
She was trying not to look at him. She could feel his eyes on her. And no one could eye fuck quite like him! But she kept glancing down. How could she not? Oh she wished she had the courage to take a photo.
‘Ok then. Well I guess there’s nothing we can do. Thanks.’ She looked at Rob and pulled a face. ‘I will...yes...thanks...see you then.’ She put the phone down.
‘Bad news.’ Well it was bad news for him. ‘There are about 40 cars stuck in the lanes. And because it’s still snowing they’re not going out at the moment. He says he’ll get to you, but it might be a couple of days. I’m sorry.’
‘Oh. Umm...ok. Is there a B&B or something near by?’
‘About a mile away. But you can stay here.’ She blushed again. ‘I mean. I have spare bedrooms. Only if you want to. I’ll understand if you don’t. I just thought...’ She was babbling now so she shut up. She bit her lip and looked down into her mug.
‘That’s very kind, thank you. Are you sure? You said you live here alone, do you really want a strange man sleeping here?’ He grinned and did the hair thing.
‘I’m sure I can trust you. As long as you’re happy to stay here? You don’t know me either.’
‘I’m happy to stay here.’ He sipped his hot chocolate, getting cream on his lips.